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klirk-hammurton · 1 month
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This Era of Kirk
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Gotta tag my besties: @fasteddiesstrat @langdonsluxiouslocks @bisexual-watermelons @ride-the-hammett @delightfulcollectivetyphoon @wonhakwoon
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metalloverr · 4 months
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Today, November 18th, we wish you a happy birthday to the cutest guitarist! Happy Birthday Kirk!❤️‍🩹
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dasnabs · 1 month
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My new Werewolves Au! Are coming
Starring: Hetfield and Lindemann 🐺💀
It focuses on the American and German leaders 🐺
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in this Au I use a lot of Rammstein and metallica and they are classified in
Rammstein:
🐺 Werewolf! Till Lindemann
🦇Vampire! Richard Z Kruspe
🧟‍♂️Zombie! Paul Landers
😈 Demon! Christoph Schneider
💉Doctor! Flake Lorenz
🧜🏻‍♂️ Mermaid! Oliver Riedel
Metallica:
🐺 Werewolf! James Hetfield
🦇Vampire! Kirk The ripper Hammett
😈Demon! Cliff Burton
💀 Mummy! Lars Ulrich
🧟‍♂️ Zombie! Jason Newsted
Honestly, it is not furry, the image is a concept art of his final transformation as lycanthropes, soon I will post the concept art and sketches of this Au! that was born for the love of both bands 💌🖤
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nightisthenotion · 5 months
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Metallica in the July 1993 issue of Guitar World Magazine
📸 Ross Halfin, 1986
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slvtforjaymz · 8 days
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look at them!!!!! im obsessing over this new content guys ahhhhhh
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ilongfor-the-arts · 2 years
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Can I please request Kirk Hammett smut<3
Ok so. fem.Y/N and Kirk re good friends, one night he climbs into her room. BOOM = cute love confession, they’ll have hot sex……but Y/N has to stay quiet😏
The Midnight Rambler
Pairing: Kirk Hammett x fem! Reader
Warnings: smut, language, unprotected sex, thigh riding, brief mentions of alcohol
Word Count: 3.6k
Request?: yes!
A/N: This one jumps right into the action! Enjoy!
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Sleep.
Peaceful, undisturbed sleep.
Nothing made me happier than a good night's sleep after a long day.
Nothing beats finally allowing myself to relax every muscle in my body atop my comfortable bed.
The world was pitch black, my body was trapped in a state of inertia as I drifted off to peaceful sleep. People always appear to be concerned that when they die, all they will have is eternal sleep. But, hey, if all I get when I die is eternal sleep, that sounds pretty damn good to me.
Creak.
Shit.
Come on, I was nearly asleep.
It was simple to dismiss the creaking sound. My apartment was old and constantly made noises for no apparent reason. If only my stupid apartment would stop bothering me and let me sleep.
Creak.
Hm. That was certainly unusual. When I opened my eyes, my retinas struggled to adjust to the darkness of my bedroom. The hazy outlines of my furniture gradually emerged, the thin whiteness piercing through the black veil.
I twisted my neck upwards to glance towards my bedroom. Thankfully, it was closed. My brow furrowed.
Creak.
Shit. Holy shit.
There was no denying that those creaks were footsteps.
Oh God.
I was a single girl, alone and defenseless. I jerked up until I was sitting straight, bracing myself with my hands placed behind my torso. My gaze darted around the hazy figures in my bedroom.
My blood ran cold.
My heart began to pound, the sound resonating in my eardrums.
My fight or flight response had been activated.
Weapon? Do I have a weapon?
Shit.
Creak.
Lamp! I have a lamp on my bedside table! It’s heavy enough to do some damage if I get a good swing.
I scrambled out of bed as quickly as I could, careful not to make too much noise. I bent down to the right of my bedside table, yanking the plug from the white outlet.
Creak.
Shit.
Why was this guy walking so slow?
If he really wanted to kill me, he should have done it already.
Not that I was complaining.
I wrapped my hand around the thin metal lamp and raised it above my shoulder, spinning around to face the door, prepared to strike anything that moved.
Creak.
Shit.
Fucking shit.
He was right outside my bedroom door.
I told two, slow steps forward, lamp over shoulder. I pressed my lips together, trying to keep my chest from heaving with anxiety. As I struggled to breathe and swallow the growing pool of saliva inside my mouth, a thin layer of cold sweat began to form on my brow.
I stood about a foot away from the door, figuring that would provide me with ample distance to get a good swing towards the intruders head.
My arms were shaking. I was struggling to hold the lamp above my shoulder.
Creak.
The doorknob turned.
The lock slipped out of the door frame with a loud click.
There was no way I could fight off an armed man in the pitch black!
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
The slight drafts blowing through my room pushed and pulled my body in opposite directions, making me tremble like a leaf.
The door creaked open and remained slightly ajar.
“Y/N?”
A man whispered from the opposite side of the wood.
My stomach flipped.
Jesus Christ how does this guy know my name?!
“Are you awake?”
I furrowed my brow.
No.
No way in hell.
“Kirk?”
I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes?”
Kirk whispered back.
“Oh my fucking God.”
I said in annoyance, my voice returning to its normal volume.
I removed one hand from the lamp, grasping the ajar door's edge and flicking it open to reveal Kirk Hammett's skinny figure behind a thin veil of darkness.
I dashed for the light switch, which was located to the right of the door frame. As bright fluorescent light flooded my bedroom, illuminating Kirk, my retinas burned as they adjusted.
“Kirk! What the hell!”
My vision was only a thin, blurry strip as my eyes burned while accommodating to the white light.
Kirk’s eyebrows climbed up his forehead, wrinkles forming on his brow.
“Jesus Y/N. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I rolled my eyes and let the lamp fall to my side, the metal smacking against my hip as I gripped it with one hand.
“I thought I was about to see a ghost! Jesus Kirk I was about to whack you with a fucking lamp!”
I showed him by raising the lamp before allowing it to drop back down to my side.
“Jesus Y/N. I didn’t think you’d be that scared of me.”
Kirk chuckled.
Oh my God.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
“Kirk! You broke into my house in the middle of the fucking night and didn’t say anything until you were right outside my bedroom door! Obviously I’m going to be fucking terrified!”
I tried not to raise my voice too much to avoid startling the neighbors.
“I’m sorry-“
“Do you know how thin these fucking walls are?!”
My gaze remained fixed on him as I pointed behind me to the blank wall above my bed frame.
“One scream and the cops would be on you in two seconds flat!”
“Jesus Christ Y/N I said I was sorry!”
I took a deep, slightly agitated breath. My free hand dropped to my side.
“Okay. Sorry, I guess I just got a little worked up.”
I turned, walking towards the small wooden bedside table and placing the lamp back to its original position.
“How was the bar? Did you boys have fun?”
I sat on the edge of my bed, hands in my lap, turning my head to face Kirk, who had taken a few large strides toward me.
“It was… good.”
Kirk stroked his thick hair, the curls falling back atop his brow as his hand reached the back of his head. His gaze dropped to the floor, his free hand stuffed into the pocket of his jeans.
“Okay Kirk what the hell is going on? Seriously.”
Kirk's eyes were drawn to me, both of his hands now stuffed into his jeans.
“Oh. I just wanted to talk to you.”
Kirk exuded an unsettling energy. His hands were crammed into his pockets to keep him from fiddling with the collar of his button-up shirt.
“Okay.”
I smacked my thighs.
“Talk then. I’m all ears.”
Kirk was deafeningly quiet, his tongue running along his plush bottom lip as he shifted his weight between his lanky legs. His eyes shifted to mine briefly before the crushing weight of our intertwined eyes made him far too uncomfortable, and he returned his gaze to the carpeted floor.
“Do you remember that one show we did? In Albuquerque? The one where we were all drunk out of our minds?”
I smiled, my mind traveling back in time to the exhilarating memories of that night.
“Yes. It was a wild show and an even wilder after party.”
I scoffed and raised my legs to sit Indian-style atop my bed, my hands dipping between my intertwined legs.
“You were blackout drunk, it was fucking hilarious.”
Kirk pursed his lips.
“Yeah…”
His voice trailed off.
“I actually didn’t have anything to drink that night.”
I cocked my brow, not fully understanding what he was saying. I could tell there was supposed to be some significance to the newly revealed information, but I couldn't figure it out.
“Okay?”
Kirk's thin fingers found his shirt collar and he rolled the fabric between his fingertips.
“I just said I drank a lot so it wouldn’t seem weird when I tried to kiss you.”
Oh.
Ohhhh.
His words rushed out, his tongue unable to stop itself as he spilled his dirty little secret into the open air.
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Kirk's hand gripped my waist, drawing our chests flush together as he breathed deeply, the hot air fanning across my face. Kirk's nose brushed up against mine, his lips slightly parted, as the invisible energy drew our mouths inexorably closer.
“Kirk…”
I muttered.
My hands were resting uncomfortably on his chest, my body unsure how to react to this unusual situation. But my mind was curious as to where this predicament would eventually lead.
Kirk's sensual eyes abruptly broke into a lighthearted gaze. He let out a laugh, his body instinctively pulling away from mine. The invisible energy had broken, and I could feel my heart slowing to a normal pace as his body heat slipped away from me.
“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m so fucking drunk right now.”
He brought a hand to his face, his finger pads rubbing the headache from his brain.
“It’s alright.”
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“I should’ve known.”
I gulped.
“I didn’t even smell any alcohol on your breath.”
The electricity has returned. The anxious anticipation had subsided, and an invisible force had stepped in between us to replace the uncomfortableness.
“I thought I felt something but I was such a goddamn idiot and the whole situatuon was totally fucked u-“
I threw myself off the bed in desperation, my body lunging forward. My mouth collided with his, the invisible force dissipating as I granted the universe its wish.
I enveloped his neck in my arms, his firm chest pressed against my soft breasts. Kirk inhaled sharply, his body tense before settling into the situation. His lips began to move hungrily against mine and the tip of his tongue played against my lower lip. Kirk drew my body closer to him, his thick belt buckle pressing into my stomach through my thin t-shirt.
I moved my hands slowly down the plane of his chest, enjoying the sensation of his gorgeously plump lips moving in unison against my hungry mouth. Our chests heaved in unison, our noses struggling to provide our bodies with the oxygen we required for such passion.
My hands found his belt buckle.
“I want you.”
I sighed with lustful passion against his mouth before reconnecting our lips.
“I want you inside me.”
His cock began to harden under my fingertips, the tent in his jeans becoming more prominent. Kirk rolled his hips involuntarily against my hands, his groin longing for friction to relieve the tight sensation brewing in his abdomen.
Kirk growled against my mouth, the vibrations reverberating down my throat.
“Fuck baby…”
Kirk turned and pulled me along with him. When the mattress smacked the back of his knees, he flopped down onto the creaky bed, with me straddling one of his jean-clad thighs.
Kirk’s hands found their way to my back, where they lazily rested against my shoulder blades, his gentle grasp keeping me close. Kirk’s tongue pushed between my teeth while his knee rammed against my clothed pussy. His actions sent a jolt of pleasure through my spine. I gasped, my brow knitting in pleasure as I instinctively rolled my hips along the rough fabric of his jeans, wetness pooling inside my panties.
“Shhhhh.”
Kirk stared at me seductively through his lashes, his eyes completely black as his pupils were blown with lust.
“You gotta keep quiet baby girl.”
His voice was low, a deep sensual whisper that cut through the stillness of the room. Kirk's calloused palm moved from my waist to my face, tenderly cupping my face.
“No one else needs to know I’m making you cum all over my cock.”
Kirk trailed the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip before gently pushing his thumb past my teeth.
“How bout you suck on that while you ride my thigh.”
I braced myself by placing my hands atop his shoulders, utilizing my grasp on him to grind my clothed pussy against his rough jeans. I pictured his thick cock throbbing inside my mouth as I sucked mercilessly on his thumb. Kirk’s opposite hand assisted me in dragging my pelvis along his thigh, his mouth falling open as he watched me getting off on his lap. I dragged my tongue along the tip of Kirk’s thumb, watching intently as he grew painfully hard inside his jeans.
I was wet, horribly wet. But the two layers of fabric separating my cunt from Kirk’s rough jeans ensured that I would be unable to cum on top of his lap. I groaned around Kirk’s thumb in frustration, desperate to quell the ache building in between my thighs.
“Oh, poor baby.”
He leaned into my ear, hot breath grazing my earlobe and sending a powerful chill directly to my cunt.
“Why don’t you take off your clothes for me.”
Kirk pulled his thumb out of my mouth with a loud pop, leaning back on his hands as he stared. I clambered off his lap, my knees shaking as I undressed under Kirk’s crushing eyes.
I dropped my clothes to the floor, my nipples hardening as the cool draft blew through the room and smacked against my bare chest.
“That’s my good girl.”
Kirk lifted a ringed pointer finger and made a “come hither” motion. I climbed back atop his thigh, the gentle brush of his jeans agaisnt my soaking wet cunt making me groan with desire.
“Think you can be quiet?”
Kirk asked while placing his hands on my hips, his cool rings providing a stark contrast to my flaming hot skin.
“Yeah. I think so.”
Kirk smirked.
“Good.”
He jerked his knee upwards, his rugged jeans hitting my clit.
I inhaled sharply, immediately jumping back into my previous train of actions. My head fell into the crook of Kirk’s neck, hands grasping his shirt in desperation.
“Kirk…”
I mumbled incoherently as he continued to push and pull my pelvis along his thigh. My wetness dragged along his jeans, seeping into the fabric of his pants as my chest heaved with every strangled breath.
“I want you.”
The coil in my stomach began to tighten, my moans growing more anguished as my orgasm was steadily approaching.
“Shhhh baby. If you make any more fucking noise I won’t give you anything.”
I knew he was most likely bluffing. He had waited far too long to not fuck me completley silly. But the truth is that I desire his cock just as much as he wanted to fuck my cunt.
I couldn’t take chances.
So I bit my tongue and fought to keep all my noise deep within my chest.
I was so close.
So fucking close.
I could feel myself already drifting into the land of nirvana that was post orgasmic haze.
“Good girl. You’re such a good girl for me.”
I moaned softly through a closed mouth, my eyes squeezing shut as I desperately fought every desire inside of me to scream out Kirk’s name like a prayer.
“Cum all over my thigh. Make a fucking mess of my jeans.”
My lower abdomen was pinched tight. There was no room for my desire to build any further than it already had. So, with a final jerk of my hips, I came all over Kirk’s jeans, my knee bumping against his painfully hard cock the moment my body released the enormous tension built inside of my stomach.
Kirk groaned in pleasure as I threw my head back, exposing my neck for him to admire as I rode out my orgasm atop his thigh. I transformed my heavy moans into gentle gasps of air as I came down from my intense pleasure high.
“Fuck Kirk…”
My eyes fluttered open, drinking in Kirk’s sweaty, lust blown face as my mind wandered to the next substantial event of the night.
“Jesus Y/N. I want to fuck you so damn bad.”
I swung my leg over Kirk’s lap, assuming a comfortable position on my bed. I bent my knees, spreading my legs as far as possible to invite him to fuck me.
His eyes raked along my body, taking in every inch of my naked form, the tent in his jeans tall and prominent.
“Please Kirk.”
I begged.
Kirk gulped loudly, rising to his full height and undressing while his eyes remained fixed on my lustful gaze.
I bit my lower lip as Kirk undid the thick leather buckle on his cum soaked jeans with a loud clunk. He pulled the leather through the loops with a satisfying whoosh and allowed it to fall to the floor beside him.
Now that his belt was gone, his erection was ten times more obvious. I inhaled shakily while envisioning his thick cock stretching my walls to the brim, swollen tip slamming against my g spot as tears of pleasure formed in the corners of my eyes.
Kirk refocused his attention to his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it to reveal his slightly toned chest before bringing his large hands down to his jeans.
Fuck.
My pussy clenched desperately around nothing as the imagine of his painfully hard cock came into view.
“Kirk.”
I forced my gaze away from his pink swollen tip leaking with precum to meet his dark eyes. Kirk’s black curls framed his pale face, making his subtle perfections pop.
“Please I can’t wait any fucking longer.”
Kirk had enough of the foreplay. He clambered over the bed, his gaze burning into my eyes as he assumed his position atop my desperate body.
“God you’re beautiful.”
He mumbled, inches away from my face while hiking my leg up to his waist, using his opposite hand to drag the tip of his painfully hard cock through my folds.
I moaned loudly before remembering my vow of silence. I closed my throat, my pleasure-filled noise erupting from my lips as a choked groan rather than a lustful cry.
Kirk pushed into me, his thick cock stretching my walls to the brim.
I threw my head back, choking on my moans as Kirk bottomed out inside of me. He was quick to begin a set of merciless thrusts, his balls smacking against my cunt as he fucked me into the mattress.
He intertwined his fingers with mine, holding my hands over my head as he stared longingly into my eyes. Kirk’s scrawny hips snapped forward vigorously, burying himself inside of me with each passionate thrust.
His hair fell down around my face, trapping us in a realm of solitude.
“Kirk…”
The swollen tip of his girthy cock slammed against my g spot after a particularly hard thrust. My voice broke off into a cry as my profound wetness fully coated his length.
“Shhhhh.”
He hissed through his teeth.
“You’re mine. No one else needs to know how good I make you feel.”
His possessiveness made me even more desperate for him.
I wanted more of him.
I wanted every inch of his veiny cock buried inside my wet spongy walls.
I wrapped my legs around Kirk’s skinny waist, the new angle allowing his tip to bang against my g spot with every passionate snap of his pelvis.
“Kirk… you’re gonna make me fucking cum.”
I whispered, my throat constricting as the prevalent coil in my lower abdomen began to tighten.
“God your pussy is so good.”
Kirk gasped in desperation before his head fell into the crook of my neck.
“I wanna do this to you all through the fucking night.”
I was about to cum.
God, no man had ever made me cum this quickly before in my life.
I’d most definitely be up for another round.
Or another ten.
Or another twenty.
Hell, I’ll go all through the night with him if it meant I could feel him pumping inside of me with every passing second.
“I wanna keep stretching you out and fucking you until you physically can’t take any fucking more.”
The whispering tones combined with the soft smacking sounds of sex were nearly enough to send me toppling over the edge.
I squeezed my eyes shut, my orgasm so close.
I didn’t hold back. If everything Kirk whispered under his breath was true, I’d be in for a wild night to remember.
“Please keep fucking me Kirk.”
I gasped, my cunt clenching around his cock to milk the last of his orgasm as his hot cum coated my walls.
My abdomen was ready to snap.
“I want you inside of me for the rest of my life.”
I came around his cock. My body seized, head thrown back as the tightness of all my muscles was simultaneously released at once.
Kirk gave a few more lazy thrusts to my cunt before collapsing, cock still inside of me.
“All good Hammett?”
Kirk’s heavy heartbeat resonated throughout my chest cavity, bouncing around my ribcage.
“Yeah. I'm all good. You all good?”
“Yup.”
I smiled, burying my face in his curls while gently dragging my nails along the planes of his back.
“Are we done?”
I asked, searching for confirmation that the promises of a long wild night were true.
Kirk chuckled against my neck.
“Hell no.”
Kirk’s cock remained inside my overstimulated walls, keeping me full and ready for more.
“I'm not pulling out until we’re done.”
Kirk pulled his face back to meet my calm face, a stark contrast to the pleasurable expression my features were contorted into only moments ago.
“And we’re fucking done yet darling.”
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dave-nutstaine · 4 months
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All This Cake And It IS My Birthday 🥳
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hikaryyy · 8 months
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Kirk Hammett. Russian AU.
He is very tired…..
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fabianexp844 · 2 months
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❗️exclusive 📸❗️my absolute favourite Guitar❤️
Original James Hetfield First Gibson Explorer 1984 „SoWhat“ 🤘🏽Master of Puppets Guitar 🤌🏽
Workbench photography by „Zach Harmon“
•James: My favorite piece that I only use in the studio is a formerly white, now yellow Explorer. But I will never part with it again. Very simple, because this is the guitar on which I found my sound.And then this shape! The explorer shape simply suits me best.
Follow me on my Instagram channel: @FabianEXP84
@metallica
@gibsonguitar
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drewbadger68 · 2 years
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Metallica circa 1985.
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clldts · 2 years
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the face
the guitar
the fit
the nails
the hair
the shoes
the guitar strap
i swear everything about this photo has some serious chokehold on me
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klirk-hammurton · 1 month
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James Hetfield Gifs That Have Me Going Feral
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@dedicatedtopapahet @delightfulcollectivetyphoon @bisexual-watermelons
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metalloverr · 5 months
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METALLICA IS 42 YEARS OLD!!!
Today, October 28, Metallica turns 42 years old. It was this day that Lars Ulrich and James Hetfield decided to form a band, having met after Lars' advert in The Recycler newspaper in 1981. This date is also recorded on the group’s official website. We sincerely congratulate the band and all its thousands of fans around the world!
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nightisthenotion · 3 months
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Cliff and Lars
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slvtforjaymz · 15 days
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look at my boys 🩷 i don’t think i have said this on here before but i am seeing them for the first time in august!!! i am going to the Foxboro, MA shows on august 2nd and 4th!! and i am also so excited because james’ bday is the 3rd and he is gonna be in my home state on his bday so i am curious to see what he does to celebrate! overall i am just so excited to see them i have grew up listening to them and now i finally get to hear my boys live!!! anyways just wanted to tell y’all that :))
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ilongfor-the-arts · 2 years
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Can I please request James Hetfield x Female Reader(y/n)
(Smut x fluff)
With slight language and choking😧
Plot and the whole story is on you, cus you’re the best in that.
PS: you are amazing and I love your fics!!💗💗
Pairing: James Hetfield x fem reader
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, language, choking, a bit of degradation
Word Count: 1.1k
Disclaimer: this is a blurb as no plot was included with the req!
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James's large calloused hands caressed every square inch of my body, groping anywhere he could possibly reach. I groaned as his palms kneaded my tender breasts, my nipples hardening through the thin fabric of my shirt.
James chuckled lowly against my mouth. His noises sent low vibrations throughout my entire body, the raspiness traveling straight to my aching core.
“No bra? Damn, you were really looking to get fucked today werent you?”
My cheeks flushed hot in embarrassment. James’s hot hands travelled down to my hips, utilizing his grip to rock my clothed core against his denim clad thighs. I moaned at the delicious friction, jerking my hips along his leg to quell the pulsing within my desperate cunt.
“Jesus baby, you really want my cock don’t you?”
James pulled away, burying his face in the crook of my neck to gently nip at the sensitive skin above my jugular.
“Please give it to me.”
I whispered, reaching my hands between our bodies to grasp onto his belt. I attempted to undo it, but the awkward angle made the simple action difficult. James grasped my wrists in both hands, pressing them into the mattress above my head. His hot body hovered over me, eyes staring down at me as if I was nothing under his crushing demeanor.
“Don’t be so desperate.”
He demanded, tone stern as released his death grip on my wrist. James yanked his black tank top over his head, tousling his teased hair in the process.
“I’ll give you whatever you deserve.”
His voice dropped an octave, raspiness leaking into his tone.
James’s knee was just far enough from my cunt to make me squirm my hips in a desperate attempt to gain delicious friction from his thigh. James was annoyed at my impatience. He pressed his pelvis to mine until my movements were completely restricted. I could feel his rock hard erection pressed against my clothed mound, but could do nothing to relieve the ache between my thighs.
His gaze traveled from eyes, down to my chest, my breasts covered by nothing except a thin white shirt. James grasped the collar of my shirt. I gasped as he tore the fabric in two with a satisfying rip, exposing my chest for his eyes.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.”
He leaned into my ear while simultaneously rocking his hips against mine, creating a brief moment of friction between our pelvises.
It’s too bad you’re such a slut.”
He whispered sensually into my ear while dragging the shredded pieces of fabric down my arms. James tugged it out from under me, letting it fall softly to the floor.
He reached between our bodies to undo his belt and jeans. James pushed them down just enough to allow his rock hard cock to spring free from its confines.
“Don’t worry baby… I’ll fuck some sense into you.”
He pushed himself upwards until he hovered above me enough to drag my loose pajama shorts and panties down my legs in a slow, seductive manner. James lowered himself back onto my body, noticing my flushed expression before lining the tip of his painfully hard cock up with my entrance.
His large hand found my neck, his grasp tightening and constricting my airway as he snapped his hips forward. My cries of pleasure were restricted by James’s hold on my neck. My vision was covered in black spots, the pressure on my neck sending my brain into a frenzy.
“I bet you’re loving this right now aren’t you?”
James was mercilessly thrusting into my wet cunt, giving me no time to adjust to his large size. He released my neck for a brief moment, allowing me a quick gasp of air before his hand tightening once more.
“You liked being fucked like a slut baby?”
My hands found his shoulder blades, dull nails digging into his fleshy back as he relentlessly pounded into me.
This time, when James released his constricting hold on my neck, I moaned loudly, throwing my head back into the pillows.
James chuckled.
“You like it when I choke you?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, legs shaking from the pleasurable pain rushing through my body with every snap of his pelvis.
“Answer me baby, or I won’t let you cum all over my cock.”
My chest shuddered as I inhaled.
“I love it when you choke me James. Please do it again.”
My words came out as breathy begs. I sounded truly pitiful.
“Alright baby, since you asked so nicely.”
His fingers dug into my throat, my mind growing cloudy due to the sudden lack of oxygen.
The sensation of warm liquid began to pool in my lower abdomen, letting me know that I was close to an intense orgasm.
“Fuck Y/N, I’m close.”
James caught my eyes.
“Are you gonna cum?”
He loosened his hand to allow me a chance to respond.
“Yes… yes I’m gonna cum.”
James smirked.
“Good.”
His voice was weak and breathy, completly fucked out. He continued his relentless attack on my pussy, his pace not faltering even for a moment.
“God baby, your pussy feels so fucking good.”
James’s hand rested against my neck, his grasp threatening to tighten at any moment.
“James. Please choke me again.”
His eyes lit up with excitement at the request. James clenched his fingers around my neck, my airflow becoming restricted once more. I moaned loudly as his grip tightened around my throat, as that was the final push I required.
I came silently around James’s cock, my entire body convulsing as his merciless thrusts transformed into a tidal wave of pleasure that rushed through my body. My nails raked along James’s back once more, breaking skin as he finished inside of me, hot cum coating my wet walls.
Once James was satisfied with his work, he collapsed atop me, giving a few lazy snaps of his hips as his grip loosened significantly.
“Fuck baby. You’re kinkier than I thought.”
I chuckled, and I could feel my heavy pulse against James’s calloused fingers that now rested against my bruised throat.
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